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Rebecca just maced Chris in the face with bug spray, poor guy 😭
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"So brains and brawns working together to save humanity. What do you think your chances are?"
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red-chambers · 2 months
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Rebecca getting closer and closer to Chris as they talk 🤭
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Mom and dad of the team 🤭
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red-chambers · 4 months
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Resident Evil 4 (2005) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]
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red-chambers · 8 months
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Every time I come across this gif, I find myself imagining a scenario with you and Chris being rudely awakened (or interrupted during *ahem* another activity) by an intruder, and Chris not even bothering to get dressed before arming himself to confront whoever is there to do you both harm.
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red-chambers · 8 months
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Parker Luciani
「reqυeѕт | ғor toasturbuns」
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red-chambers · 8 months
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Resident Evil Revelations PS4
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Wanna be the one taking care of Chris for once. Simple things even, like making him coffee or holding him when he cries. Mans been through too much 😭
REAL.
fluff with a little tinge of angst below!
Waking up earlier than Chris is a challenge. It takes planning. It takes somehow convincing your body to rise without the assistance of an alarm, because if you set one, Chris gets up, too.
One Saturday, you manage it. You wake up on instinct at five in the morning, a whole hour earlier than Chris' internal clock. You're giddy. The exhaustion seeps from your bones as something like adrenaline kicks in. You climb out of bed, careful not to rouse him, and you dart into the kitchen.
You start the coffee, the ancient brewer sputtering to life. You retrieve Chris' mug. A treasured thing from the BSAA. It was a gag gift one Christmas. #1 Dad. The alpha team had thought it hysterical. Chris didn't admit it out loud, but he loved the stupid thing.
Slow drips meet your ears, and you watch the pot fill with coffee. You make it strong, just like he likes it, and you inhale the sweet, heavy scent of the Folger's brand he's been drinking for over twenty years at this point.
You run your hands along the counter idly. You think, briefly, of making Chris something extravagant for breakfast. Maybe trying your hand at some pancakes. You're sure you could do it. But Chris is locked into his habits. You know he'll eat it if you make it, but he'd rather have his usual: a bowl of cereal and a hard boiled egg.
"Morning."
The voice makes your heart drop, and you turn. "No."
Chris furrows his brow, and a smile pulls at his face, confused, but he's still so enraptured at the sight of you. "No?"
"No!" you whine. "You're supposed to be asleep. I'm supposed to wake you up with coffee and your stupid cereal and--" You stick your bottom lip out, and Chris tilts his head.
"Oh, angel." He crosses into the kitchen. His bare chest slots against your back, and he twines his arms around your waist. His chin hooks against your shoulder. "I'm sorry. Want me to go back to bed?"
"No," you murmur. He's too warm, too solid. You can't have him leave now. "But just let me do this for you. Okay?"
"Okay."
Chris stays attached to you while you ready his coffee. He's grown to like a little cream in it, so you pour some into the mug. It swirls and balloons up, beautiful, and you stir it in. You toss the spoon in the sink with a loud clatter, and you turn, pressing the mug into Chris' hands.
"Thank you," he breathes softly. Some of your annoyance at your plans having been foiled ebbs away. Chris looks at you with an outpouring of love. He leans over his mug, and he kisses your lips. "I needed this."
"You're just saying that," you mumble.
"No." Chris takes a slow sip of his coffee. "I mean it. Things have been going to shit." Code for: Chris was going to be deployed soon. Your heart thudded too slow in your chest. Chris reaches up and runs his thumb over your cheek. "But you. God, you."
"You know I'm always here for you," you whisper; you latch onto his wrist, fingers curling into the soft flesh. His pulse thrums under your fingertips. "Right?"
"I know." There's a gloss to his eyes, like he wants to cry. "I know, angel."
Silence flutters in on soft wingbeats. You catch in your throat, and you have to swallow it down. "Talk to me, Chris."
"After breakfast. I'll tell you everything I can." His voice wavers as he promises you.
Another pause. You smile at him sadly. Out on a limb, you speak: "We've got stuff for pancakes. Why don't you go lay down? I'll treat you."
Chris smiles. He humors you. Or maybe he really does need it, because he nods once. "Sounds perfect."
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red-chambers · 8 months
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That one Hannibal scene but it’s Wintersberg caus I love feral Ethan and they should’ve killed Miranda together
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Chris saved Rebecca ‘Resident Evil’ PlayStation
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red-chambers · 8 months
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RESIDENT EVIL 0 | Rebecca Chambers
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reading sheet music is hard ok?
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red-chambers · 8 months
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Let's just say their height difference in Death Island fueled my imagination 👀
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red-chambers · 9 months
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My screenshots with cutie Chris just for fun 🖤
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